Two And Two Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Two and two
Not four
Rightly said
My grand-daughter.
And I am forced to
Agree with her
With all curiosity.
I roll back my time,
I try to say
Something, but
I could not utter
A single word
Due to insecurity.

My grand-daughter
Remind me washing hands
Before taking meals.
I am confused
How this little angel
Knows all this
At her four.
Four and four
She knows not
How to answer here
With all those men
Whom, she treats strangers.